Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Two Lights, One Yami and the Big Bad Marik ❯ Bakura's Revenge ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Emmy: Ok here's the next chapter. It's a little odd…a little cursing…and Marik is a totally pervert! Nothing graphic…Poor Ryou…I was REALLY bored…and I felt like doing this! So here yea go!
 
Marik: you make me out much worse that I really am.
 
Malik: You know we all love you Marik.
 
Bakura: Even though you are really a pervert…
 
Raven: And you aren't Bakura?
 
Ryou: No way! He's not….is he?
 
Emmy: Anyway…here is the next chapter. Oh and Bakura is wearing his awesome black trench coat in this story.
 
Raven: We do not own Yu-gi-oh.
 
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“It isn't at all like pixie sticks but it will have to do,” Marik grunted, popping a broken off rectangle of the creamy goodness into his mouth. He was sitting on a couch with his leg propped up on a puffy purple pillow. Ryou looked at the shiny bar in his lap with a frown. The darkness saw this and furrowed his brow. “What is it Ryou?” he questioned casually as he sucked on the chocolate. Ryou hugged his knees and bit his lower lip.
 
“Kura doesn't like me anymore…” Ryou replied sadly.
 
“Who cares Bakura is a jerk,” Marik replied. Ryou only sighed again. Marik clicked on the TV. “Well I don't see why you should feel bad, you did the right thing Ryou!.”
 
“Yea…but I still wish Kura weren't so mad…”
 
“Well maybe you should go see him,” Marik suggested, irritated by Ryou's depressing mood.
 
“Ok…” Ryou mumbled, still a little put out. What if Bakura wouldn't talk to him? He trudged back to his apartment, dragging his feet along the pavement. “Kura?” he called as he opened the door. “Kura where are you?” Ryou asked, looking through the house. He heard sounds coming from the kitchen. The sound of a fork scraping against a plate and water running coming from the kitchen…He stepped through the door frame to find a surprise awaiting him. “Kura…?”
 
“Oh hello Ryou,” Bakura snarled. In front of him was a piece of chocolate cake. He smirked. “I was just hanging out with my new hikari,” he said smoothly.
 
“New hikari…?” Ryou squeaked.
 
“Yes, because you turned on me and gave all my precious chocolate to Marik. I've decided to get a NEW hikari!” Bakura replied. Ryou gave the hurt puppy look but Bakura quickly looked down at his cake.
 
“I'm sorry…” Ryou said. Bakura didn't reply. Ryou looked up to see Malik by the sink, giving him a sorry look. Ryou sniffed and turned around, running all the way back to Marik's house, crying. He burst through the door and threw himself onto the sofa, burying his face into a pillow. Marik slightly raised his eye brows at this.
 
“He's still mad,” Marik stated rather than asked and turned back to the TV. Ryou nodded.
 
“H-he got a n-n-new hikari!” Ryou sobbed. Although it was muffled through the pillow Marik heard.
 
“What? Who?” he asked, sitting up.
 
“M-M-Malik!” Ryou cried. “He doesn't like me anymore!” The sobs shook the thin light's frame.
 
“Malik? Hmmm…” Marik thought for a moment. Now Bakura had his hikari. Marik didn't like that, not one bit. “This must be a plan to get back at me!” Marik concluded. He watched Ryou sob for a bit before smirking. “Don't cry Ryou…” he cooed comfortingly, he reached over to pat the light on the back. This didn't really seem to help much. “You know since Bakura left you, if you wanted to, you could be…my new hikari!” Ryou sniffed and looked up from the pillow, his eye red and puffy, hair sticking to his cheeks from the tears.
 
“Your hikari?”
 
“Yes, since Malik in now Bakura's hikari that makes you mine!” Marik replied with a mischievous grin.
 
“Oh…ok,” Ryou replied with a small smile. A number of dirty thoughts suddenly passed through Marik's head.
 
“Hee hee hee…Ryou is mine now! Muahahahaha! So many ideas…hmmm…”
 
“Marik…? Marik? Maaaaaarrrriiiik…? Earth to Marik…” Ryou cocked his head to the side as the Egyptian stared off into space.
 
“Hum…? OH! Er, yes what is it?” Marik asked.
 
“What do you want to do?” Ryou asked with a smile, wiping his eyes. Marik chuckled.
 
“What do I want to do…Well…I have many ideas…”
 
“I do too!” Ryou chirped.
 
“Oh you do? And what would those be?” Marik asked with a smirk.
 
“Let's make fondue!” Ryou cried. Marik blinked.
 
“Fondue?”
 
“Yes fondue! Chocolate fondue! You dip things in the chocolate and it tastes yummy! Everything tastes better chocolate coded!” explained Ryou.
 
“Hee hee…everything tastes better chocolate coded…”
 
“I see…well why don't you make this fondue?”
 
“Ok!” Ryou grabbed the bag of half eaten chocolate and hopped around the house searching for the kitchen, now happy with the prospect of a new yami.
 
Marik waited till he heard the clanking of pots and pans before he reached for his crutches from under the couch and hobbled up to his room.
 
“Let's see, let's see…where did Malik put those handcuffs…”
 
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Bum bum bum! [I told you Marik as a perv!]
 
“Maybe I was a little hard on him…” Bakura sighed as he leaned back in his chair, tipping it slightly so it balanced on two legs. Malik took the crumb covered plate over to the sink and dropped it in.
 
“I'd have to agree with you Bakura. Poor Ryou, he's probably at home with my x-yami right now…” Malik sat down by Bakura.
 
“Marik? Why would he be with Marik?” Bakura asked.
 
“Well where else has he to go? From what you told me he stayed with my x-yami so I just figure that's who he'd run back too,” Malik replied.
 
“I see…well at least he's not roaming the city streets alone and afraid…” Bakura said to himself, already feeling his anger ebbing away.
 
“Yes I suppose that would be bad…but it's not like Marik will be a big help. All he'll do is lure him into bed with him.”
 
“WHAT?!?!?!” Bakura feel back in his chair and clattered to the floor with a bang. “MARIK-RYOU-BED?!?!?!” Malik stared down at the spazzing yami.
 
“My yami is total pervert…you didn't know that?”
 
“Well I knew he was kinky but-you don't really mean he'd do such adultery things to Ryou are you?!” Bakura cried, his heart pounding.
 
“Pretty much…yea. Trust me I should know. Poor Ryou…I don't think he's ready for that kind of thing…”
 
“RA DAMMIT! Of course he isn't! Oh Ra what have I done?! Ryou's too innocent to be exposed to such things! I hope I'm not too late!” Bakura hopped off the floor and flew to the door.
 
“Wait does this mean you're not my yami anymore?” Malik called. Bakura didn't reply as he ran down the hallway at top speed. Malik jogged after him. Many worried thoughts passed thought his mind. What had he done? Why had he been so stupid? If Marik even touched one hair on his hikari there would be bloodshed! What if he was too late?! Would Ryou hate him forever?
 
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“OUCH!!!!” Ryou yelped in pain and danced around the kitchen.
 
“Ryou?! What's wrong?!”
 
“OWWWWW IT BURNS!!! It burns!!! MARIK MAKE IT STOP!!!”
 
“Hold still! I have to get your shirt off!” Marik tugged at the hopping light's shirt, which was covered in hot, melted chocolate. Ryou was too busy shrieking in pain to listen to Marik's commands to hold still. Marik was hopping around after him on his one good leg and eventually had to trip him and pin him down to rip it off.
 
“Owwww it burns!” Ryou cried, tears of pain slipping from his eyes.
 
“You should be more careful!” Marik scolded. Then he smirked at the situation. He had Ryou pinned to the floor, and he chuckled.
 
“What are you laughing at?” Ryou sniffed.
 
“You. You're adorable, you know that?” Marik said in a low voice. Ryou blinked.
 
“…Thank you.” He smiled. Marik's mind was racing. He smirked and Ryou frowned.
 
“Marik…you can get up now…” Ryou said. Marik didn't move. He leaned down to lick some of the chocolate off Ryou's face. The light stiffened under him.
 
“Marik…?” he questioned cautiously. Marik grinned evilly and slid his hands down the light's sides and to his pant zipper.
 
“Marik what are you—!” Ryou eyes widened in a confused fear.
 
“Shhhh…” Marik silenced him. He slowly started to unzip it.
 
“Marik stop this isn't funny—!”
 
“Now, now Ryou…I want to show you—,”
 
“MARIK PERVERT ISHTAR!!!” a deathly angry voice echoed throughout the room. Marik blinked and turned his head to the doorway. Bakura towered over him, his eyes flashing with anger, his hair spiky like devil's horns. By his side Malik stood, his arms crossed.
 
“Malik! Bakura!” he said in surprise. At the same time Ryou called out to his yami. “Heh. So you finally came back—!” In one quick movement Bakura pulled Marik up by his shirt collar and tossed him across the room. The evil darkness hit the fridge with an `oaf!' and a large bowl toppled off and fell on his injured leg.
 
“DAMMIT!” he yelled in pain. Malik kneeled by Ryou.
 
“You ok Ryou?” he asked softly. Ryou whimpered and scooted closer to the other Ishtar, giving Marik a betrayed look.
 
“Marik you are a fool to try such a thing…” Bakura hissed. “I am personally going to send you to the Shadow Realm…”
 
“Oh-Bakura not that!” Malik said as he helped Ryou up. Bakura ignored Malik.
 
“I will show you what happens to those who try to steal from the Thief King.” He was slowly walking closer to the stunned Marik who seemed to be looking for some means of escape. He felt his belt for the Millennium Rod, but it wasn't there.
 
“Bakura he's my yami!” Malik cried. Ryou bit his lower lip.
 
“I hope you enjoy eternal solitude bastard.” The Millennium Ring glowed.
 
“Kura-wait!” Ryou suddenly called out. Bakura glanced at his light in surprise.
 
“What is it Ryou?” he asked.
 
“D-don't send him there…” he mumbled. Bakura was silent for a moment.
 
“Why not?” he finally asked, looking at his hikari in confusion. “I don't know what he told you Ryou but what he as doing is bad. This is his punishment.”
 
“No, Kura please?…Not the Shadow Realm…” Ryou said in a small voice. Bakura looked from his pleading light to the injured Egyptian. Finally he closed his eyes and gave an aggravated sigh.
 
“Fine.” Both Marik and Malik gave a sigh of relief. Bakura's eyes snapped open again. “But you still must face your punishment!” Bakura gave him a swift kick in the ribs. Marik responded with a moan.
 
“..You'd really kick your BFF when he was down Bakura?” Marik sneered. Bakura's face contorted into a glare of disgust. He slid a dagger out from the inside of his arm sleeve. The other members of the room widened their eyes and held their breaths.
 
“…Malik take Ryou into the other room.” Bakura ordered. For a moment Malik hesitated, looking at his yami, then lead Ryou back into the living room where they waited. Ryou didn't want to speak so Malik turned on the TV and turned up the volume, afraid he'd hear screams of pain. Nothing came. Ryou zipped up his pants and hugged his knees to his chest. Malik tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch repeatedly.
 
Finally Bakura stepped out of the kitchen, not a drop of blood on him. Ryou looked over and Bakura's eye softened from their cold look. “Ryou,” he said. The light sprung from his perch and ran to his yami. Bakura opened his arms and held the little light. “Ryou I'm so sorry…” he said softly. Ryou clutched the other's shirt.
 
“I-I spilled the chocolate, I'm sorry…it burned me…”
 
“It's ok Ryou I'm not upset about the chocolate anymore…and we can get you cleaned up at home ok?” Ryou nodded. Malik watched the two silently before standing up and walking over to the kitchen door. Malik and Bakura exchanged a look. Bakura knew Malik might be upset with the treatment of Marik and Malik knew Bakura had needed to do it. Malik slipped into the kitchen and Bakura took off his trench coat and wrapped it around Ryou. Slowly the two walked home together.
 
When they arrived back at their apartment Bakura helped Ryou get all the cooled chocolate off and found him some nice pajamas. Ryou had been quiet the whole walk home.
 
“Ryou…I'm so sorry…” Bakura said. Ryou looked up at his yami.
 
“It's ok Bakura…do you forgive me?”
 
“Of course, it was a stupid argument.” Ryou smiled and hugged his yami. Bakura hugged him back. “I'm glad you're my hikari…” he said softly.
 
“I'm glad you're my yami…”
 
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Emmy: Ta da! Second chapter is up! I love these tragic romances!
 
Marik: o.o What did Bakura do to me?!
 
Bakura: Muahaha you'll have to read the next chapter to find out.
 
Raven: R&R